Ooooohhhhh… You will pay for that, Lissla.
Oooh will have to try those italian ones!!!
Yum french fries with cheese and bacon and sour cream and chives…
Woe is me with the high cholesterol!
Thankfully we’ve moved to the restaurant dead zone. You can’t get decent pizza for 60 miles and everything else is mediocre at best. If I had that poutine place across the street I think I’d move in!
Wow. Where did the morning go? I just pop off to get a few things done and bam! it’s the middle of the afternoon. (In my timezone anyway.) But on the upside, I have a new load of clean towels (and the water here isn’t as hard, so they’re softer) and I have fire extinguishers (ABC fire extinguishers at that!) up now. Can you imagine? The last people didn’t have fire extinguishers! And I got a call in to the plumber guy with a backhoe so he can tear up the front yard some and replace the icky water pipe that’s going to break. At least the inspector guy said those water pipes have a history of failing and there was a recall on them but that’s already lapsed so we can’t go back to the builder and have them fix it. But we got cash from the old people, so it’s not out of our pockets. So there’s that.
So, from the top…
Ha ha! Yeah Snickers. I meant “GFI”. But I made a joke. That’s so like me, isn’t it?
Don’t start on the wallpaper welby. It gives me flashbacks to the first house we had (this is the third if you want to keep track). Wallpaper four and five layers deep. Good vinyl stuff, so you can’t steam through it and the paste-eaty stuff we tried had a heck of a time. It would have been easier to just take down the wall and re-board it up. Ick. I have retro-active heebie-jeebies now. Thanks so much.
Swampy, just a word here. The whole electricity to the pool idea? Not so good. See? The pool is full of what we like to call WATER! You want to keep electricity far, far away from water. That’s just a tip from me to you. And Skippy. He’d agree if he were here right now.
Enough with the wallpaper tanook’. Sheesh, it just makes my skin crawl. (Not much 'paper around here. Mostly borders that should (better!) just peel off.)
And don’t tell them you’re adding on. Just throw a big tarp over your house (a really big tarp) and tell them you’re just putting on new siding. Or gassing for bugs or something. Then when you’re all done with the project take the tarp down and swear it was always like that. That should work. City Hall stooges aren’t too bright.
Oh! Speaking of “stooges”, guess what! For the move, we needed new checks. See, your address goes on the checks and we moved so we needed new check since the address changed… crap! We gotta get new drivers licenses and plates too! Oh well, it can wait. Where was I? Oh yeah! New checks. Since our address is different we needed new checks. It was the Little Woman’s turn to pick the check design (we splurge and get cool checks) and she couldn’t find nuthin’! So we got to get Three Stooges checks! Ha! With Curly and everything.
Maybe you should chain your can opener to the drawer Skerri. The way the bank does with their pens. Or only buy pop-top cans. But I think the chain idea would be better.
Ex, an under-the-shelf toaster is a toaster that gets bolted on under the shelf. The only downside to the whole thing is you have to open your cupboard to put the bread in and then again to get the toast out. And you have to cut the two slots in the bottom of your cabinet to start with. But since it was already here, I didn’t have to mess with that.
Or what tanookie said. I’m gong down the line here, not checking ahead.
Stick to your guns Sweampy. Don’t let them make you change it. Stand tall and be forcefull. There you go.
If you swing by the new place Knoven but no toaster properckers and I’ll set you up with a pop up toaster for nuthin’. Just 'cause I like you. I’ll tell you what, I’ll even empty the crumb tray for you if you want. I’m just That Way.
**Elle[/n], now I’m not going to tell you your business, but you might want to browse, just browse mind you, refrigerators now. There’s nothing like the thrill of half-melty foodstuffs in the middle of the night when all of the refrigerator stores are closed. Just be prepared, that’s all I’m saying.
Don’t worry about your “girlish figure” Lissla. You get a little too curvey and you could just do some extra wiggley dancing. With a web-cam would be nice. Heck, you could even make a buck or two. Again, just a thought.
We thought we were going to have to get a new microwave Snickers. It made a really big noise, sort of a humming-buzzing noise, only real loud when we used it right after the move. No amount of slapping it seemed to work. So I got out my tools. (I was just going to tighten the screws. Nothing too extreme.) Only I couldn’t do anything. All the screws were already tight. So I just plopped it back onto its stand. And the buzzing noise went away. I fixed it. Maybe telepathically. It works quietly now and that’s what’s important.
Yeah, we found your box Abby. But you don’t get it back. Lucy really like the earrings and she’s not giving them back. So there. (Oh yeah, that’s another thing. The dogs both needed new tags. So many things when you move.)
-Rue. (with sore fingers now)
Rue I gotta have electricity to run the pump and assorted stuff for the pool. I really need to learn about this stuff, I guess. Plus, I want an outlet or two somewheres around the pool. How else can we plug in a blender? So ya see, 'lectricity is a thing needed for the pool. That and water and chemicals, and prolly lots of other stuff I ain’t even thought of yet. What have I done! :eek:
Hey - are you gonna have one of those cool robotic pool cleaner thingies? My mom just got one and she loves it. She’d love it more if the temperatures in Maryland would get out of the cellar, but that’s another story.
Hmmmm, what else haven’t you thought of? I see no mention of a special team of young lads to cater to my every need when I deign to visit your poolside. I’m sure you didn’t forget - I expect it’s supposed to be a surprise. Sorry of I spoiled it.
errrrrr…FCM you know of course if there are any young lads catering to anyone’s every need they will be catering to mine, right? 
But, you know me, generous to a fault, so I’ll share.
Yep, gonna have me one of them Polaris [sup]TM[/sup] robot thingies. It’s included in the price of the pool. Jake, huh?
On another note, and cause we’re supposed to hijack all Rue threads, what’s the word on doing food and such for NoFlDope? We gotta eat ya know. At least you and me do. Course I don’t want anybody else to starve or nuttin’, but anybody said anything? Do I need to dredge that thread up? Bears who will get hungry at NoFlDopefest wanna know.
I have bad news for you, Angel Pants.
Pools are a pain. My parents have one. Eighteen-plus thousand gallons, eight feet deep at the one end, 3 feet at the other. Rectangular, with the little stair appendage. Pain. Agony, even.
I used to have a sweet deal where my Dad would do all the pesky maintenance and I could use it whenever I wanted. Then things changed.
See, they got homesick, and bought a house in Scarborough, Maine. I thought, “Cool, I’ve got a free place to stay when I want to go on vacation, and it’s right near the beach.” Wrong. Dead wrong. I lost bigtime.
Okay, I get the free vacation spot. The problem is that they never sold their place here. Dad opens the pool every spring, and then takes off for Maine. They’ll come back for a few days here and there very summer, so they want the pool available on the (very) off chance it’ll be a nice day when they’re in town. In all honesty, I can’t fault Dad for that, because it would be a huge mistake to just abandon it. So they hired a pool service, right? Right?
Wrong. They have a son. Friggin’ pool.
I was just encouraging you because I was looking forward to the Swampbear SDMB Pool Party so much.
Sorry about that, buddy.
swampy, I think for NoFlDope, we’re all just bringing our own picnic stuff, plus whatever we’d like to share. I’m planning to make a cucumber-onion salad. It’s killer!! <drool>
Ex - my mom has had a pool for years. Of course, she stays at the house and she tends to it herself - until this year when she got the roboto-clean-thing. So don’t be a party pooper! You’re starting to sound like an old man, and we all know swampy is the old man here.
No NO NO NO NO!!!
You put the cheese on, and THEN the gravy!!! That way the cheese melts faster! Silly Torontonian.
Congrats on the new house, Rue. And the new toaster. We have a toaster oven, and while it is under a shelf, it is also sitting on the counter. I like it though. We actually use the oven feature, since we are only 2 and you can cook chicken breasts or pork chops or whatever a lot faster in it than in our oven. It’s no good for banana bread or lasagna, though.
You guys are only 2 and you are cooking for yourselves already? Wow - can you teach our 2-year-old that? We’re lucky if she can feed herself without making a huge mess - let alone cook.
This whole under-cabinet toaster thing just makes my head swim. Or maybe that’s the sinus headache, it’s hard to tell.
So Rue, until you mentioned the slots in the cabinet I’d been envisioning a sideways toaster that kinda shot the toast out into the kitchen. Hazardous and exciting all at the same time. Your way sounds much better. ( 
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I’m going to risk life and limb here and dredge up the dreaded subject-wallpaper. (Please hold all flying objects until the end of the show.) I hate wallpaper. I hated it when I had to scrape thirty years accumulation of the hideous stuff off the walls of my mother’s house. I hated trying to align the pattern of the new wallpaper we put up to replace it. So, naturally I bought a house with wallpaper in the bedroom. But no more! I ripped and scraped all that gunk off and now I have be-yoo-ti-ful painted walls.
I just stand in my bedroom now gazing at the walls, thinking to myself-yep, that’s not wallpaper.
Now if I can only sew the shades straight, it’ll be nirvana.
Thank you for your attention. You may now commence flinging.
Hmm… mount the toaster sideways? BREAKFAST SKEET! Yeah! That would be so cool. Load up the toaster and when it pops (PULL!) you shoot the toast down with the sprayer attachment on the sink.
Uhh… I just remembered… there’s something I have to do now.
-Rue. (getting some tools together)
No, look, mnemosyne, I think that if your fries and gravy are hot enough, and you let everything sit a moment so it can soak, then the cheese doesn’t have to be underneath the gravy.
Besides, you’re in HAMILTON- can you even get poutine in Hamilton?
I managed to resist yesterday. I will again today.
I’m seriously thinking of walking down to the park this weekend with a stereo, and putting out a hat, except I’m not sure about the legality of it. It just seems like a fun idea.
I’m afraid to say *poutine * aloud. It sounds naughty. And you all know I’m a buttoned-up, parasoled Southern Belle who would never utter such things.
Or touch power tools. Or loaded breakfast implements of destruction.
Hey! I’m just up the road from Hamilton. It’s just a short trip on the Michael J. Fox Highway. And what are the odds? He’s Canadian by birth. Will the co-incedences never cease?
(Just so you know, here it’s really the “Michael A. Fox Highway” and that Mike Fox wasn’t really Canadian.)
-Rue. (geographically gifted)
How come this thread has stopped? is all the action in welby’s thread?
(cat update) Our cat has managed to tear a bunch of skin off the back of his neck. How, we don’t know, although alien interference is suspected. The vet thinks he clawed it off himself trying to clean his ears, which were phenomenally dirty. I think he’s covering up the truth. Maybe the alines are paying him- especially as we now have a nice $130 bottle of cat-ear-cleaning-solution.
$130 for ear cleaner? For CAT ear cleaner???!!!
I’m going to tie him up and put him in a box somewhere so he can never hurt himself again, ever, and require expensive vet treatment.
Oh yes (other complaint) I went to a friend’s bridal shower yesterday, and watched her totally ignore all the nice people who brought her gifts. It was painful. As MOH, I probably should have dragged her physically around and made her talk to guests. Aargh. 
Actually, Lissla, I think the real problem is that we’re just recycling old hijack topics, like swimming pools and power tools. And, say, people giving feline health updates. We need some new stuff.
Don’t look at me, though. I’m feeling about as clever as a sack of wet leather this week.
I used to have a cat that tore her own skin off, but it was mostly nervousness (she was kind of a spaz). Also, sometimes shed get skin irritations and scratch herself up because of that (she had very sensitive skin, and was allergic to both fleas and flea treatments. Poor bugger).
For $130, I sure hope that ear cleaner works. What is is, solid gold?
Hey my cat has irritable bowel syndrome so she’s on prednisone… but with all the tests and surgery (biopsy needed to be done) she cost us $900!!!
I’ll trade 
I could give you a different hijack here, seeings as I’m home sick, but I prefer to stay away from the TMI stuff. I will say, however, that when I came home midmorning yesterday, I was freezing. The thermostat was at 80 in my house. I put on sweat pants and a sweat shirt, then wrapped myself in an afghan. This went on until sometime in the middle of the night when I woke up and tore all the sweatclothes off. Now I’m sitting around in a light housecoat feeling overheated. I did manage to eat a bowl of cereal a bit ago - we shall see how that goes.
And speaking of cats, my husband bought his cat a scratching pad, and he put some catnip on it to get the cat interested. From what he described, the cat is a real junkie - rolling around on the pad, sleeping on it, drooling on it… Cracked me up just to hear about it.
My dog did have a hematoma in one of her ears. The vet said I should have it taken care of. Before I could make an appointment to get her in, the hematoma shrank. So it took care of itself.
How many other hijacks can we create - anyone wanna discuss pedicures?